Bar."

Xia De laughed at Xia De at the reflection of the glass window:

"Of course, this is more interesting than the stories of my patients."

"Please don't treat me as your patient. The errors I made are not defined as mental illness."

He smiled at the gas table lamp and said, suddenly remembered that in the dream of this morning, the long -haired girl held his neck and said, "The sixth era is so good".

She knows what the "end of time" than herself, but she still takes his hand actively. She is the first person to give a promise. The company is always mutual. Since Luvia is not afraid of fear

Since those purple eyes are willing to look at the future with him, he will not be anxious at this moment.

Although the snowy winter night is cold, in this small office, sitting on the old armchair under the dim gas light, Xia De felt that someone was hugging and warming his soul at this moment.

The love commitment of foreigners is slightly small compared with the world's grand doomsses epic, but it doesn't matter. The accompanying thing is enough to surpass time.

Missing him, the future is no longer frightening.

He. The girls think that he always speaks very well. At this moment, there are some poor words.

Foreigners suddenly reached out and picked up a pen from the pen rack, and put the blank manuscript paper on the table in front of them. What was ready to write? The doctor was very interested to stand by the table bent over to see.

Outside the glass window, the dark night sky was embellished by the silent snowflakes, as if the gear of time was quietly paused at this moment. The cold moonlight was reflected on the window pupa, intertwined with the warm yellow light of the gas table lamp in the glass window, which outlined the hazy and ambiguous and ambiguous.

Light and shadow.

Books and documents are stacked like mountains, and the flames of the old gas table lamp on the desk trembled slightly in the lampskin, so that Xia De and the doctor standing next to the desk at this moment, like being in a dark old oil painting,

Then, then

The bronze pen tipped across the paper surface and made a subtle rustle. The ancient world tree wreckage also wrote his own insights with many magical stories here, but Xia De felt that these could not be compared with the text he wanted to write.

It was the promise of the soul, and it was the determination to walk towards the future. He did not have a literary talent like Dorota and Flolla, but the rustling sound was indeed the echo when his soul and time touched each other-

[This world of sixth, the universal calendar 1854, the month of winter, frost fall. The cold of winter cannot extinguish the hot soul, love and sin in forest land, and the tragedy of the desire and punishment reveals the secret of time.

It is convenient for the world to wear crowns under the world tree; you are unwilling to let go, the witch will presented the story of the trees buried by the ancient forest under the moon.

The eternal crystallization of frozen and frozen, in the dazzling reflection, what do you see is the future or the scene in your heart?]

Xia De did not answer "her". In the rustle, he finished writing the text. After gently blowing the ink, he watched the content he wrote:

"If one day, the mountains and rivers will no longer sing,

If one day, the tide is lost,

Even if everything is silent, the world belongs to nothingness,

I will still hold this promise closely ——

Accompany you through the yellow sand, until "

Those figures, those smiles emerged one by one, Xiade read the last sentence, saying his new commitment:

"No, beyond the end of time."

A slap ~ I tightened the pen hat of the pen. The doctor originally wanted to evaluate this little poem, but felt that there seemed to be a rolling yellow sandporal noodles at a certain moment.

The golden giant trees flashed across Xia De:

"Ha, I know it really is."

Xia De hugged his hands and looked at the text on the desktop under the gas lamp, and the doctor ignored the vision just now.

"This is a love poem, but I noticed that the person you used is called a single number. Do you want to give this to others alone? This is a very wise decision."

The snow outside the window seemed to be getting heavier. Xia De smiled and responded to the doctor's comments, but asked the moonlight in his heart at the same time:

"Are you willing to be with me, too, beyond the end of time?"

That month's smile responded lightly:

[You are me -this is the longest promise.]

Foreigners are very satisfied with this:

"So there are still?"

The fingers gently on the desktop, it seemed a bit anxious, so "she" smiled softly:

[Foreigners, you have gained new power.]

(This volume is finished)
Chapter completed!